I am Vehan Khan, a man of ice and stone, indifferent to everything, my entire world revolving around work. Emotions don't exist in my vocabulary, and people avoid me, scared of my cold demeanor. But then, she stepped into my life, and everything shi...
Rosy lay motionless on her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as a storm of thoughts swirled in her mind. She wrestled with herself, torn between fear and longing, questioning whether she should go through with it or not. Her fingers hovered over the phone, trembling slightly.
After what felt like an eternity of hesitation, she finally made her decision. With a deep, shaky breath, she dialed the number each digit pressed with silent urgency.
Barely a second had passed before the call connected, and the person on the other end picked up almost immediately.
Rosy: Bhaiya,her voice crack
Zaid: princess,Kya hua ,Kuch pareshani hai Kya mujhe batao (What happen, is something wrong tell me)
Rosy: tumahari behen ka Zindagi barbad ho Raha hai (her voice filled with sadness) please jaldi aao bhaiya your princess needs you (Your sisters life getting destroy, please come soon brother)
Zaid; shh,ro maat princess,Kiske himmat huya mere behen ko rulane ki (gritted teeth) Naam bolo bas zinda gar Dunga (Don't cry,who dare to make my sister cry,tell me the name I will bury them alive)
Rosy: aap aao phele bas (Just come)
Zaid: on my way to flight princess don't cry hm,I can't see my little baby sister cry
"After that they cut the call "
Short introduction Zaid junejo
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Elder brother of rosy Age: 28 Profession: CBI officer
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The morning sun filtered softly through the café windows as Rosy, Zohan, and Zarin sat quietly at a corner table, their eyes occasionally flicking toward the street outside. A subtle tension hung in the air anticipation laced with unspoken emotions.
Moments later, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up in front of the café, its presence commanding attention. The engine purred to a stop, and the door swung open with quiet elegance. A tall, sharply dressed man stepped out, exuding a natural confidence. His striking features and composed demeanor turned a few heads, but his eyes were searching for someone specific.
The instant Rosy saw him, she bolted from her seat, emotion welling up in her chest. She ran straight toward him, her footsteps quick and eager.
Without hesitation, the man-Zaid opened his arms wide, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across his face as he caught her in a tight embrace.
Zaid: “Look at you… my little baby sister has grown into a beautiful woman.” He held her close for a moment longer, the years of absence vanishing in that heartfelt reunion. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding,” he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. Then, gently, he placed a tender kiss on the crown of her head, a silent promise that no distance or time could ever weaken the bond they shared.
